While
thinking about how so many of Kevin Fisher's "friends"
turned against him, I was reminded that Daniel Romalotti is not one
of them. Daniel has been telling his pitchfork-wielding pals and
moronic, should be the last to hurl hateballs at anyone, wife, that
Fisher couldn't have done what those awful people are saying he did.
And while Daniel's support is admirable, it wasn't always that way.
Roughly two years ago Daniel exposed his so-called friend as the
mysterious lottery winner. Holding in his hot hands the shriveled
testicles of a newspaper reporter, Daniel summoned a reporter from
the fish-wrapping Chronicle which had been covering the recent
Newman Wreck Center attempted rape case. When the reporter arrived
he did not ask, "Say, aren't you the dude who helped set Lily
Winters up to be raped? Aren't you the dude whose mother told you to
stay far away from Kevin Fisher? So why have you summoned me here to
introduce Fisher as your butt buddy?"
Arriving at the JJ on cue, Fisher went into denial. He worried that
the truth would come out at a time in the city when truth was so
despised and shunned.
"My buddy is a jokester," Kevin said as the suspicious reporter
wondered if it was a ploy to get Kevin's name splashed across the
newspaper again under a headline other than MOST WANTED DANGEROUS
MAN. Confused, as so many in this city are, Kevin didn't understand
why Daniel had exposed him.
"I was trying to protect you," the long-hair Daniel replied, noting
that should Kevin's brother, Michael Baldwin, learn of Kevin's
windfall, Baldwin would snatch it away.
In a panic, Kevin confessed to holding the winning ticket but wished
to remain anonymous. Overly inquisitive, the reporter asked if Kevin
feared being hit up for a loan. Pondering the question for a moment,
Kevin said that so long as the reporter promised the story would run
without comment from him, and apparently without verification from
Wisconsin Lottery officials, he would not object to having his photo
taken.
With unimportant news all the rage since 911, the question, and
Kevin's expectation that his story would be on the front page, was
no more unexpected than Daniel's assumption that since he'd helped
Kevin confirm the lottery numbers he was therefore entitled to part
of the winnings.
It could be said that what Daniel did was what any friend would do.
But no real friend would have violated his friends' right to
privacy. Kevin did not want to be in the news, but thanks to a
punkass kid looking for a handout, had no choice.
As hunkmonkey J.T. Hellstrom and others bad mouth Kevin, who can
forget that February day two years ago when Hellstrom and Kevin had
a showdown at the Sugar Shack. Hurling insults like they were
killing imaginary enemies with sticks and it was thrilling and
brutal and a little sad, Kevin pleaded with the freakish girl of his
wet dreams. He wanted Mac Browning to be his everyday main squeeze.
Problem was, Browning was the hunkmonkey's top banana.
Present at the time, Mac stood by as Hellstrom began making funny
noises. He tried his best to be a badass by calling Kevin names and
telling him Mac didn't like losers although she was presently
slumming with one. Kevin couldn't get it through his head that Mac
didn't feel about him the way he felt about her. Except for taking
Kevin to a shrink and allowing him to drool on her a few times, Mac
had never done more than ward off his sexual advances like a frantic
mother rabbit protects her young.
A pretentious megalomaniac overflowing with testosterone, with no
source of income except perhaps for the few nickels and dimes thrown
his way for those rare times he worked at Lauren Fenmore's Little
Shop of Horrors, or played private detective in training, Hellstrom
snorted like a pig boy when Fisher asked if he might carry on a
"private conversation" with Mac without the flag of hate being waved
in his face.
Unable to get his way, Kevin asked Mac if it was true. Did she pity
him? Was there no chance in Hell that a girl with Bug's Bunny teeth
would maybe let the craziest of crazies carry her books from school?
Could his groveling get bleaker?
Impatient, acting like he had better things to do like load the
bazooka into the Hummer, Hellstrom wondered why Fisher couldn't take
the hint. Did he not know hot babes like Mac don't hang out with
losers and disasters waiting to happen?
And what was Mac's excuse? Why couldn't she just tell the freak to
buzz off? Did Mac not know Kevin's history? Had she not heard a
zillion times how "dangerous" Kevin is?
When it seemed at any moment there would be limp-wrist punches
thrown followed by Hellstrom saying, "I'm gonna take you down", and
Kevin saying "Oooh. I am all tingly," Mac said Hellstrom had no
right telling her how she felt. People like she and Kevin are not
what they seem on the outside. It is what's going on inside that
counts. In their case it was "complicated" but whacks can "change
and grow" so Hellstrom should cut Kevin some slack because of how
far he'd come since she was a Glow Worm.
For all the pointless, regurgitated dialog, Kevin could only
whimper. Did Mac really want him to get lost? Adding to the
superfluous tripe, Mac said that if Kevin had to ask then maybe he
should. As Kevin tucked his tail and left, Hellstrom said if it was
Mac's desire that he stop picking on Kevin, he would so long as she
promised not to call him, Hellstrom, Brittany Marsino's "backup"
husband.
As you are probably aware, the point to this trip down memory lane
shows that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Two
years later we have basically the same freaky kids saying and doing
the same freaky things with no coherence or purpose but to pummel
themselves with ruthless clichés.
You are doubtlessly bored with the similarities, but consider for a
moment that in 2005 the dazzling 2004 criminal charges pending
against crazy Kevin continued in a vain attempt to draw more
observers into the deep charm and spellbinding web of a story that
should have died when the inept Genoa City Police Department was
unable or unwilling to charge Kevin with any of the many crimes he
committed that year. The question seemed to be whether the training
Mac had received - which allowed her to work with young kids on an
Indian reservation - would be enough to redeem Kevin thus turning
him into a sort of born-again Christian so he wouldn't have to go to
prison.
This was apparent based on Baldwin's stuttering and stammering at
Genoa City's God Have Mercy Medical Center. Asked whether she was
aware of what Kevin did at the RoadKill Cafe before she took it upon
herself to convert someone she hardly knows, Mac told Baldwin that
she'd extensively grilled Kevin about his past. And while most of
her questions went unanswered, those that were convinced her Kevin
was telling the truth. Sure, he did some awful things for which he
had not legally atoned, but like Devon Hamilton, because Kevin had
had a terrible childhood, this somehow let him off the hook.
At the time Baldwin thought Mac's Lily Winters-like ignorance was a
good thing. Had Kevin confessed to the attempted murder of Colleen
Carlton it would have therefore placed Mac "in the middle" and thus
made her a prime witness for any prosecution still to come. Even
though all charges against Fisher had been dropped, despite there
being no pending police investigation, Baldwin was worried that some
obscure law in Genoa City would allow the police to reopen the case
on a whim.
After reassuring Kevin that he'd "always be there" for him, and
that's why he raced right over to the GHM when he heard Kevin was
undergoing treatment, and please forget all those times he told
Kevin to get a freaking life, Baldwin seemed to think that only one
"double" session with a shrink would make years of torment at the
hands of "Terrible Tom" Fisher - the Ralph Hunnicutt brand of bad
fathers - go away.
In fact, Baldwin wanted to know what it felt like being a changed
man. Kevin didn't know for sure. He guessed he'd know more when he
got out of the hospital and home where he belonged. So where did
Kevin go first upon his release? Straight to the one place most
likely to wipe out any progress he'd made with the shrink. The Sugar
Shack! The place where Hellstrom could have been waiting to scream
at, wag his finger, and call Kevin a psycho.
Feel that numbness? That strange chill like a cold wind cutting to
the bone? It's nothing you haven't seen before and will see again.
The dark storm clouds of sadness and savage pain settling in as
Kevin's warped little world spins out of control.
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